Devin Durrant. He was my childhood hero. I use to spend so much time, pretending I was Devin Durrant shooting a miniature basketball at an imaginary hoop above our kitchen door.
As a child, my father somehow arranged that we go to watch a BYU basketball practice, and I got to meet him briefly afterwards. What an amazing dream come true!
Later as a teenager, he came to a stake youth fireside, and I met him again.
And now as an adult, my wife and I ran into he and his wife at a local restaurant and said hi.

I get star struck each time! 😄